#jumin x you

[xelasrecords]

Thank You for the Food

Han Jumin x Reader

Living alone is fun and liberating until you fall sick and there's no one to ask for help when you're too tired to cook or fetch your own food. This is a lighthearted wintry story for anyone who needs a holiday pick-me-up.

In Another Story, when Jumin texts you "text denied", you can get a heart from him if you reply with "denial denied". That's when I know this man got verbal sparring potential, which is to say, my kind of man. The banter here is 100% powered by that.

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Jumin likes you. You don't know this yet, and perhaps his feelings haven't grown that deep to be labelled as love, but he has a very strong inclination towards you.

Jumin wants to do almost everything for you. You're an important member of the RFA, as he likes to remind you, so he wants to cook for you when you fall sick. It's a reasonable thing to do, so please don't read too much into this.

Jumin is atrocious at cooking. His list of experiences consists of making instant pancakes, and that's it, really.

But it's late and he's here after a hectic work day, arranging the steaming soup he'd personally packed from home on your dining table. He's here, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, winter coat hung by the door, concern knitted into his face. He's here, standing as awkward as the bare Christmas tree in the room that you haven't had the chance to decorate, but you don't feel uncomfortable because he's here. He's here, he's here.

Your heart makes way for him.

Jumin sets down a spoon by your hand. "Is your headache persisting? If you need to see a doctor, I can refer you to a specialist in the area."

You shake your head. "It's fine, I just need to rest. I'm only like this because I overworked myself. The holiday season is always rough. And yes," you say, holding up a hand before he could protest, "I've taken a break from work." If you don't stop him in time, you know you'd be subjected to a slew of nagging, fully backed up with scientific research.

"How about your fever?" Jumin asks while sliding into the chair opposing you. After a beat, he leans across the table with an arm stretched out. "May I?"

It's an opportunity to engage in physical contact with Jumin, and you are an opportunist when it comes to him. Your hand reaches for his and presses it to your forehead. Your skin burns against his cold palm, but the fault isn't entirely on your fever.

Jumin stands up immediately and places his other hand on the side of your neck. "Your temperature is still very high. Are you sure you can take care of yourself like this?"

You give him a pointed look. "If it's low I'd be a corpse."

"If it's lower you'd be normal."

"Are you saying I'm abnormal, strange, odd, peculiar, et cetera?"

"I'm referring to your current biological state. Only with a healthy body, you can function with optimal productivity." Jumin is very determined to share his wisdom. "If you'd like a caretaker…" he trails off, frowning. "Actually, I'm available to stay over if you need me to," he enunciates his offer carefully, letting it hang like a question.

Though every cell in your body screams in agreement, you set your hopes aside. He could have meant nothing by it. He could have only been extending his hospitality as a friend, nothing more.

His hands are still on you for longer than necessary.

"I'll decide based on how good your masterpiece tastes." It was a safe answer. As you shift your attention to the soup in front of you, Jumin pulls back, seemingly too aware of what he has let happen.

The soup is still hot, its swirling steam brushing your face. It has a muddy texture and a stuffy aroma with a note of coarseness, which you doubt it's how it's supposed to smell, but you're willing to give Jumin the benefit of the doubt.

"Masterpiece? Well, I suppose it is." He straightens his vest and slides back into his chair. "My chef said ginseng chicken soup is an effective remedy to fever, so I would have to thank him later."

"Wait." Your mouth hangs open, spoon hovering. "This is supposed to be chicken soup?"

"Yes."

You blink. "Then where's the chicken?"

"I burned it." Jumin clasps his fingers on the table. "I didn't have time to boil another one, but I'm sure its essence has seeped into the broth. Chicken essence also has medicinal qualities, I heard."

"Medicinal," you echo. Perhaps you should retract the benefit you extended to him.

Jumin gives you a confident nod and you smile hesitantly, raising the spoon as a cheer then take a sip. Then fight back a cough. Then fight to keep your expression straight.

Not to be dramatic, but it tastes like death. Did Jumin pour the entire ocean tainted by factory waste into this soup?

His creation should be on the Guinness record. It's a miracle how it can be excruciatingly salty and bitter with none of the usual earthy sweetness from the ginseng. This is best served for your worst enemies, except you aren't sure if your current worst enemy is the soup or Jumin. If he told you this is an elaborate plot to worsen your health to prevent you from returning to your hellish routine, you would probably believe it.

It would be an insult to thank the chef for this.

But Jumin's watching you eagerly and you can't bear to stomp on his spirit, so despite how your stomach is very much stomping in protest, you force a wide grin. "It's very unique and flavourful! I can still taste the chicken on my tongue. It's like its poor burnt soul had never left the pot. The power of phantom chicken, truly." You cover your mouth, attempting to hide a cough. "Did you follow the exact recipe?"

Jumin seems relieved at your reaction. "Actually, I took some liberties. I may be a beginner, but it would be boring if I followed the chef's instructions precisely, so I put my own twist and innovated a brand new dish."

This innovation could invent a new illness in people.

"Wow, I didn't know you're creative too. Good for you!" You can feel your grin evolving into a wince, so you quickly scoop more soup into your mouth. Better finish it fast than let it grow cold. Who knows how it would taste then.

"May I give it a try? I'm curious how it managed to warrant such high praise from you," he asks.

Your throat is as rough as asphalt when you croak, "You didn't try when you made this?"

"I was rushing to get to you. As you already know, I'm good in all my endeavours, so I was confident this would turn out well." Jumin sits back with arms crossed, a smug smile tugging his lips. "It appears that once again, I'm right."

Look where over-the-top lying and grade-A bullshitting got you.

"No," you briskly say.

His smile turns into a frown. "No?"

"No! You're not suggesting we share a spoon, are you? That'd be unhygienic."

"Surely you have another spoon at home?" He looks around the kitchen and sees the cutlery rack. "Oh, it's there. Please sit down, don't exert yourself. I can get it on my own."

As Jumin walks towards the rack, you quickly jump off your chair while ignoring the pounding headache that follows. "Jumin, wait." You grab at his arm desperately. "You made that soup for me, yes? That means it's mine to finish. Don't even think about stealing my food."

He turns to you almost just as fast. "Don't jump like that. Are you all right?" He holds you by your shoulders, grey eyes flitting up and down to examine you. Only when he's reassured of your wellbeing that he relaxes. "I find it surprising that you don't want to share food. When have you changed?"

"Since you made that soup with your whole heart." You motion at the bowl beside you. "It's mine, all right?" Without waiting, you swipe it off the table and try to gulp down the rest.

Keyword: try.

It's a fantastically failed attempt. They say the more you grow, the more you know yourself. Well, it's true. The questionable things you'd do for a crush know no bounds. Turns out, it's you who deserves an award for being the best fool in love.

You're about to finish when you begin to choke, and what a sight it is. You, trying to dial back the coughing to a minimum to avoid spreading the virus and embarrassment, yet visibly cringing from swallowing the contents. Jumin, his whole body frigid in alarm before switching the bowl out of your grasp with a glass of water, which you gratefully gulp down.

So much for pretension.

"Okay, fine, it's horrible," you give in, tears blurring your sight. Would it be too much to declare your taste buds to be damaged?

Jumin's expression is a slow-motion picturesque of horror. "You lied to me."

"I can't mock your hard work to your face," you hurriedly say. "I love the, um, texture? It's soupy. Transported me to the seaside. Very refreshing."

If the seaside is engulfed by a tsunami, that is.

"Soup is supposed to have the texture of soup," he says.

"It could've gone worse! It could've been so lumpy it's chewy."

Jumin looks affronted. "Has the fever gone to your head? What kind of liquid is chewable?"

The salt has.

"The fever is in my head. And in my other body parts. Don't you know how fever works?" You cross your arms. "And, insinuating me of delirium and therefore incapable of forming coherent thoughts just because I'm slightly sick only makes you sound all the more condescending. Maybe your soup has transformed me. Maybe your soup has dissolved my brain into mush. Maybe your power of cooking has transcended science."

"Then stop eating it if you hate it so much. Just how bad could it be?" Jumin fetches a spoon from the cutlery rack and tries it himself.

To no one's surprise and probably Jumin's only, he instantly sputters it out. You watch him. Then, with an attitude fuelled by a hundred I-told-you-so's, you calmly pass him a glass of water.

"Why," he gasps, "would you put your body through this? This is inedible."

You pat the edge of his lips with a tissue—a wonderful disguise to touch him again—and decide to test him. "Why do you think?"

"If you're doing this to spare my feelings, you're only wasting your energy. I don't get easily offended and I'm excellent at receiving feedback. I would've improved this soup if you had told me the truth."

You wrestle the bowl out of his hand and place it on the table. "Jumin, from the bottom of my heart, I'm begging you not to do anything more to it. Ever heard of what doing the same thing over and over again while expecting a different result means?"

"The very definition of improvement means implementing different methods to make it better."

"Not when those methods have one thing in common: you."

"You seem to have lost your pleasantries, but I'll excuse it since you're ill," says Jumin, tone totally pleasant.

"Do you know how aggravating you can be?" you retort, not at all pleasant.

Jumin nods solemnly. "I've heard Zen accusing me with more colourful insults. It also appears that Assistant Kang often shares his opinion." Then he puts on a neutral expression so carefully crafted that you know it's anything but. It's an expression designed to boast. "Of course, I'm one of a kind. It's natural that not everyone can get along with me. It'd be a privilege to gain my courtesy."

And yet here you are in my house. "I wouldn't say it's a privilege to be personally poisoned by you."

Jumin grunts. "That's not what you implied when you doled out those high compliments."

"If you'd read into the subtext, you'd know I wasn't praising you." You pick up the bowl again and sigh. "Let's move on to something else after I finish this."

"Are you serious?"

You mimic his deadpan tone the best you can, "I'm always serious."

"So now you drink poison."

You shrug. "You said it, not me."

This time, Jumin touches you first. His fingers splay out on your arm, halting you from doing another stupid thing. As you proclaimed earlier: the best fool in love.

"Pardon me if I still can't comprehend why you're so adamant to finish that," he says. "Unless you're trying to prove that the fever has infected your brain?"

You aren't going to let Jumin push you to confess first. Not when you're in your worst shape, complete with ashen lips and bird-nest hair from lying in bed the whole day. Your nightmare before Christmas has arrived too soon.

"Are you asking because you really have no idea or are you looking for confirmation?"

Jumin tilts his head. "What are you insinuating?"

"Don't play coy, Jumin."

"I'm not playing anything. It would be cruel to play with a sick person."

Sometimes, a person could get a sharp zing of epiphany and it would feel like this is it, this is what you're meant to do. And sometimes, that moment comes when the man who stirs up a flurry of emotions in you is so infuriating that it has become your new mission to make him confess first.

The visit, the food, the dancing around the truth. They all click. The fever has not gone to your head.

Who visits a random woman's place on a freezing night, during peak season at work, when the said woman is only felled with a mild illness, nothing medication and rest can't cure?

Not Jumin.

"Let me ask you one thing. Why are you here?" you prod.

Jumin looks at you as if it's something you should already know. A common answer to a common question. "You need to eat a proper meal and no one's around to take care of you. I'm not going to let you drag yourself out for food when it's a blizzard outside."

Glancing out the window where snow is falling rapidly, you won't deny that trudging alone in that weather would be a poor survival method. Zero out of ten doctors would suggest it.

You snort, eyeing the soup at hand. "And this is a proper meal?"

"Accidents happen, but my intention remains the same."

"You could've ordered something for me, sent over a chef, or asked Jaehee to check on me. Aren't you too busy to waste your precious time like this?"

"No time is wasted if it's spent on you. You're an important person to me, so I needed to make sure with my own eyes that you're all right." Jumin's forehead creases with worry. "All I could think about at work was you. I was afraid you might faint and no one would be here to help."

You don't bother to hold back a small smile. "Well, you're here now, so what's your assessment?"

At least he has the decency to look contrite. "Moderately alarming upon first look, worse after consuming my soup. My alarm is on full blare now, so please, stop this madness." Jumin pries the bowl out of your hand and sets it back on the table before fixing his posture. After a moment, he pushes the bowl farther out of your reach for good measure.

You shake your head at how adorable he is. "I also have an assessment on my own."

"Go on."

"I think the things you said and did are a roundabout way to confess your feelings for me. You like me."

You let it float between you, trying to gauge Jumin's reaction, but he's still, too still for your liking. You know you aren't wrong, but could this be the wrong time to poke at his feelings?

"And would it bother you," Jumin asks slowly, "if I tell you that you are correct?"

Bother you?

Bother you.

Jumin must think that his feelings could disrupt your peace, but if they could, then you don't want to know another moment of peace. He's the one who gives you the sense of calmness that you long for. His mere presence brings you comfort. He's the one you rely on to lift your spirits. It's appalling how your feelings that are so palpable to you could be invisible in the eye of your direct affection.

You take a step closer, studying him. Black hair thoroughly mussed by the wind, ruddy cheeks, and a tender expression that you've never seen him wear with other people. "Do you really think you're the only one with a crush?" you whisper.

Jumin stares at you in disbelief, but it slowly morphs into relief when the truth dawns on him. "I didn't want to be," he murmurs. "Truth be told, I've had my suspicions since you insisted to eat that cursed dish, but I couldn't be sure until you give me a clear sign."

"So you admit that you're searching for a confirmation." A smug grin appears on your lips. "I literally swallowed poison for you. If that isn't a clear enough sign, then I don't know what is."

He clears his throat. "I wouldn't go so far as to call my cooking poison. It was a beginner mistake at worst. Can't you spare some mercy on my first trial?"

You gawp. "To hell with mercy. I was your experiment subject?"

"I thought it'd be more special if you were the first person to try my cooking."

"It was certainly nothing like anything I've tasted before," you say.

His lips pressed into a smile. "Thank you."

"That wasn't a compliment."

"I was responding to your sarcasm with sarcasm. Do keep up." Jumin's eyes twinkle with mischief, and it makes you want to strangle and kiss him at the same time.

You rake your fingers through your hair. "Should I kick you out?"

He raises his dark brows. "You wouldn't want to do that."

"I want to do a lot of things to you, Jumin." You hoist yourself up the table and smirk at him. "Shame they'd have to wait until I recover."

Carefully, he slots himself between your legs, arms kept to his sides so he won't touch your bare thighs by accident. It's endearing how cautious he is. "Is there anything I can do to make your illness go away faster? I can't wait to see what you've got planned."

You laugh. "You'd be scandalised."

You close your legs just a bit more so they brush against his trousers. Jumin's breath hitches and you arch a brow, a silent dare for him to make his next move. He chuckles, then settles his hands on your thighs. A light touch that turns into a reassuring grip.

"I doubt they could rival my desires against you." His tone takes on a sultry cadence that draws your body in.

"Stay the night. You made the offer earlier, and the weather is too harsh to go home. So, stay."

Jumin lights up at your request, and you feel giddy with how transparent he is. Look at the joy you can spark within him. "Are you going to pour wine for me while putting on the records too?"

You crack up laughing. "I can't believe you just quoted 'Baby, It's Cold Outside'!"

"Paraphrased," he corrects. "It's unfortunate that they don't mention wine in the song. Didn't they know wine is the most fitting drink for the holidays?"

"You think wine is the best fitting drink for any occasion."

"Red wine contains antioxidants that are helpful in preventing coronary artery disease and has been proven to reduce stress and anxiety. It has countless qualities that are beneficial for your health," says Jumin.

"Like your ginseng chicken soup?"

He sighs. "I see you're fond of reminding me of my failures."

You make a show of cleaning invisible dirt on his shoulders. "I'm fond of seeing you admitting defeat," you say. "And you haven't given me an answer. Will you stay or do I have to belt out the whole song to persuade you?"

The corner of Jumin's mouth twitches up. He's always been fond of your theatrics, and now, finally, he knows that you want to be with him as much as he does. "Of course I'll stay, I'd be a fool to turn you down. In any case, I'm glad everything works out."

The triumph in your chest transforms into suspicion. "What works out?"

"My overnight clothes are packed inside that briefcase." Jumin gestures at the leather briefcase on your couch.

"You planned for this?" you ask, partly in awe, mostly in surprise.

"I simply prepared for all the possible scenarios."

"And one of them is to sleep with me."

Jumin rubs his lips. "I never mentioned anything about sleeping together."

You roll your eyes. "Fine, but don't ask me to sleep with you later, because I won't."

"Is this the game you want to play?" Jumin braces his hands on the counter, trapping you between him. You have to keep reminding yourself not to make out with him when you're still sick. "Very well. For your information, I never lose. If you don't want to sleep with me, then don't." He leans in, lips nearly brushing your ear. "See how long you can last."

But just because you're ill doesn't mean you've lost your touch. You tilt your head to meet his gaze and smirk. "Game on."

-

Footnotes:

Wanted to title this "Jumin's Bullshit" as a reference to Tyler's Bullshit from the film The Menu, but alas. Holler if you've watched it tho!

Went with ginseng chicken soup because it's a traditional Korean healing food and I thought Jumin would want to cook something with a homemade feel to comfort you. Also, I was craving it.

Buy me a glass of something that's definitely not coffee because I can't stand it but it is the website's name if my story touches you in some way? No worries if you don't. I'm still grateful you've read all the way through here.

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[scentedgivermilkshake]

Period Cramps! -Jumin han imagine;

"My love, i just finish my meeting.Have you get ur lunch?"

"Uhm... i haven't. Honestly, i'm at the pent house now."

"You are at the pent house?" Jumin get confused.

"Yeah, i got my period just now and awfully it crams really bad, so i am asking permission to get a rest."

"Why didn't you tell me dear?!" He looks rather worried now.

"I am about to tell u when u call me first."

"I am heading back now."

"No! Babe.. you didn't have to!"

"I have, i need to check ur condition."

"But i'm okay now!" You reassured him.

"I won't be long."

Tut.. Tut..

Like that, he end ur phone call

It doesn't take an half hour for you to hear your pent house door's open.

Jumin rush to you with a hand full of thing he think you may need or want.

"Love... how's ur condition? it still feel bad? do we need to call a doctor?"

"No, no! we don't have to. It's better since you are here." You smile. Trying to calm him down.

"Alright then, i will prepare u the hot towel."

It's not his first time dealing with ur period crams, so he already good enough to know what to do.

He come back with a bottle of hot water and a small towel wrap around it.

He help u to get ur comfort position then rise ur shirt up a little to put in on ur low tummy.

You moved to squish his arm in order to release ur pain.He doesn't get bothered at all.Beside, he look at you with a big concern that showed clearly in his eyes.

He pat ur head softly and asking do u already feel better.

You tell him honestly that it still feel awful but is a better a little.

"Do u want to eat the medicine? i heard that good to help ur crams."

You shake your head. "No i don't want to..."

"Alright, i won't force you then. But how about a warm tea?" He tilt his head.

You think for a while before finally nod.

You take over his hand job to hold the bottle while he prepare a warm tea for you.

Not long after , he come back with the tea on his hand and the smile on his face.

"Drink it slowly"

"Hm..."

After you take a few sip, you hand it again to your husband.

"Lay down." He told you with a really soft voice. A kind of voice that he will only use when speaking to you.

You do as he told without complaining.

He take over the hot bottle again while his other hand is patting ur head.

"I'm so blessed to have you as mine." You lock ur eyes with his.

"Can't imagine how i pass this without you."

Jumin ofc, smile widely. Kissing your forehead a bit too long.

"I'm the one who is blessed to get to taking care an amazing person like you."

His words success to make u flustered that make you hit his arm slow.

"Whatever.." You say while try to keep ur smile.

"I'm serious." Jumin reply.

"Yeah.. yeah.. got it."

"Sleep"

"If i sleep, can you promise me to be the first thing i see when i wake up?"

"I promise." He pinched ur nose.

"Alright then."

*He keep his promised cause when u open ur eyes, you see him laying lower beside u with his hand still holding the hot bottle to stay on ur tummy. :)

(sorry for my bad english and storyyy.This is my first time so i apologize that it's not worth enough, haha. But still i hope u can enjoy it cause i make this for all jumin's lover outside!!!)

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[omgjumin]

Omg Jumin with fem reader smut prompt #17 please HELP ME RELINQUISH MY THIRST MA'AM

the meeting - han jumin!

summary: you have jumin wrapped around your finger which makes him miss a meeting

tags: thigh riding, pet names (princess, love, baby), praise, manhandling (?), i think that's it

notes: id like to think that jumin has a marriage kink. anytime you call yourself his wife, he just loses his composure. there's only two things in his mind, work and his wife.

"you're going to make me late."

"and?" you stood firm in your beliefs as you followed jumin around the house, watching him get reading for the day. though you knew at one point you have to let him go, but now wasn't the time. "love, i have a meeting in 45 minutes." jumin sighed as your hands found its place around his tie once more. "oh really? what's the meeting for?" you asked as if you weren't begging him to fuck you then and there. "it's a meeting with an important client and if it goes well-" jumin paused, clearing his throat as you pulled him closer by his tie. "if it goes well, then i won't be as stressed in the months following." you hummed a response before wrapping your lips around a patch of skin on his neck. "princess... don't press your luck." jumin warned like you cared. "what? you don't want your precious wife to kiss you goodbye?" jumin gripped onto your hips, quickly flipping you around to lean against the wall. "now you know damn well enough that's not your intention here."

there's this look on your face that jumin has really never seen before. the low-lidded eyes that were filled with lust, eyes that if jumin kept looking into, he would be turned into dust. the small grin that has jumin gripping onto your waist tighter, letting out a curse because you've got him exactly where you wanted him to be.

"fucking brat." jumin swore under his breath. he was puddy in your hands, you knew that and used it to your advantage. though it doesn't surprise him— not one bit. it was often you had him around your finger just like that, so easily. it was so easy to beg him to stay just five more minutes in bed so you could bask in his warmth. five minutes that happened to have jumin's long slender fingers run down your body, into your pajama shorts, to tease at your sensitive clit. the five minutes that turned into 20 minutes as jumin fucked you against the bed. his lips just mere inches away from yours as he panted. "god... you feel so good." loud whimpers of your name fell past his lips as his hips began to stutter. "fuck- im sso close... yea, right there?" with a yelp of his name, your orgasm was ripped from you.

swiftly, jumin placed his knee in-between your thighs, forcing them to spread. "go ahead." with your lack of response, jumin pressed his lower thigh against your cunt. "get off on my thigh since you insist on being a brat." a low whimper only left your lips when you began to roll your hips against his clothed thigh. the friction of his thigh felt so euphoric yet you needed more. you grabbed onto jumin's arms to keep you steady. your cunt, only separated by one thin cloth from his flexed thigh made eager to feel more. jumin only laughed to see you to needy for him. the meeting long forgotten as he watched you struggle against him. you begged for jumin to help you, to use his hands to touch you, to keep your hips moving in a steady pace to reach your release. but he shook his head as if he was mocking your desires.

jumin bounced his thigh underneath you, a silent warning to keep going. "i didn't say you could stop, princess." you knew whining wasn't going to get you anywhere, especially with jumin, yet you did so anyway. "come on baby, you can do it. just like that, good girl." jumin leaned down to whisper, his hot breath tickling right underneath your ear. and just like you knew jumin was puddy in your hands from just a simple "please" from his wife, he knew you lost control just from his voice. a kink of yours he knew from the beginning. it wasn't hard to figure out when you kept begging him to moan more, to let you hear him. and it was especially not hard to figure out when your cunt would squeeze his cock ever so tightly when he whispered praises into your ear. "im so- ng cumming!" you yelped out as your hips faltered, stopping for a split second as you came against his thigh. "do you feel better love?" jumin chuckled as he brought your eyes to meet his before placing a soft kiss onto your lips. embarrassing enough, you nodded your head. beginning to shy away from jumin once you realized he let you use him for your own relief. "now don't shy away from your husband hm?" your eyes locked with his before looking down at his watch then further down to his used thigh. "your meeting!!" you gasped as you pushed jumin away from you. "im already late for that because of someone." burrying your face in your hands, you mumbled a 'sorry' before turning away. "don't apologize, after all, i did enjoy it too but-"

"but?"

jumin softly laughed before pushing stray strands of hair behind your ear. "what do you think your punishment should be?"

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[pochipop]

＃ MYSTIC MESSENGER !! ♡ — YOU'RE A MASTERPIECE: PAINTING ON HIS SKIN (JUMIN X READER).

#. synopsis! — jumin let's you use his skin as a canvas for your artwork .

#. characters! —jumin .

#. warnings! — none .

#. word count! — 1.7k .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

Jumin looks at you over the rim of his wine glass, the purple-red liquid inside sloshing a bit as he adjusts his wrist and sets his gaze on your own. His dark irises almost feel intimidating in the moment, but the quirk of his brows gives way to a curious undertone.

"Too weird?" You question, backing off a bit just in case.

If Jumin doesn't fancy becoming a human canvas for your artwork, that's completely and totally okay, and it's his choice to make, of course. Still, you'd really like it if he could say yes. . .

"A bit strange," he acknowledges, "but I see the appeal."

He adjusts his wrist again, bringing the glass to his lips. Jumin takes a slow sip of wine as you process his reply.

"You. . . You do?" Comes your slightly confused response.

Jumin has never particularly struck you as someone who would enjoy more outlandish art forms. Of course, with a photographer as a best friend, he's long been accustomed to some displays of artistic prowess; but you imagine painting on someone's skin and taking pictures of a sunset are two completely different things that evoke entirely different responses.

"Yes," he nods, "you've mentioned before on a few occasions that seeing open space as an artist often fills you with inspiration. I imagine that, although I'm a living person, my skin may not seem so different to canvas or paper. . . Just an open space to take advantage of."

Albeit very literal in his analysis, Jumin roughly hits the nail on the head. His bare skin does inspire you, very much so. It fills you with ideas and inspiration, and to actually have the opportunity to paint on him would be a dream come true. You're almost bristling with excitement before he confirms or denies his participation in the matter.

"Do you have any ideas for the piece?" Jumin asks.

"Ah, well, —roughly," you nod. "The design will depend mostly on what body part you lend me for a while. But, I'd like to do something floral, if that's alright with you."

"I'm a businessman, not a painter," Jumin replies, lips curving up at the sides a bit in amusement. "Designs should be left to the artist."

"Alright," you smile, "something floral then."

He appreciates your confidence the second time around.

"Lovely," Jumin comments, placing his glass of wine down on the counter.

He reaches up to loosen his tie, pulls it halfway off, then pauses to look over at you once more. His handsome features stand out in this position, —a few loose strands of hair falling over his forehead, sophisticated aura cracking just a bit to welcome the warmth of your presence, nimble fingers grasping at the material of his necktie. This scene might as well be art itself. . .

"Will an arm suffice?" Jumin asks.

"Perfectly," you nod.

He strips his upper half, and says nothing about the way your eyes rake over him like you've never seen him this way before. Your fingers, lips, and palms have smoothed over the exact skin you're subtly gawking at a million times; but each time feels like the first.

Jumin folds his clothes neatly and sets them aside before following you to your makeshift art studio, —the one he set up for you in a room he'd previously had no use for. Now, it's utilized often, and he thinks it was well worth the time, effort, and money. He loves coming in here, though he hasn't had the chance recently with work piling up so high. Canvases lean against one of the walls, some blank, some with half finished paintings littering the fronts. If it were anyone else, you'd be awkwardly scrambling to explain that "it's really not like that, —painting is a process!" but Jumin, he already knows as much. You don't feel the need to justify your talents to him of all people.

"I enjoy coming in here," he smiles softly.

It makes him feel closer to you, like he's staring into pieces of your soul. Ones that he just isn't privy to in any other way.

"I'm thankful to have it," you reply, "it's given me a space completely to be creative, and I've never really had that before. I'd always been used to painting in my bedroom growing up, and when I lived alone, there were never any extra rooms to turn into a studio like this."

And perhaps the best part of all is that you never even asked for it. Jumin simply did it of his own volition because he saw your passion and wanted nothing more than to be supportive of it. That's why he hangs your art pieces throughout the other rooms as well.

"It was V's idea, technically," Jumin says. "I simply paid for it to be done."

"Well, whatever the case, I'm grateful," you assure him.

He takes a seat on the sofa in the corner of the room, —the one you crash on sometimes when deadlines get tight and you need a quick power nap before getting back into the swing of things. You're sure to place a towel under his arm, not wanting to stain it.

You gather up the needed materials and set off to work. Jumin tells you that he likes the way the brushes feel against his skin, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you can’t help but hope that that leaves room for this to happen again sometime in the future. Maybe you could even have Jihyun come and photograph the final pieces, —maybe present them at one of your galleries in the future. But, you sober yourself enough to realize that you’re getting far too ahead of yourself. After all, this could turn out like hell.

That doesn’t seem particularly likely, though. Paint takes to Jumin’s skin surprisingly well, and when you joke to him that it seems to you that it was always meant to come to this on account of that fact, he gives you a low chuckle in reply. One that makes your fragile little heart skip a beat: just for him.

“It’d be quite the honor for that to be the true meaning of my existence,” he says.

It’s only a half-joke that he responds with. Even after all this time, Jumin has a particular way of crawling under your skin, sending shivers to your core and lighting you up inside.

He watches you work with curious eyes, much unlike the gaze you often see him wear when he’s sitting at a desk littered with paperwork and various contracts. This look of his is much softer, —sweeter, even. He’s not evaluating anything. . . He’s simply admiring.

“Honestly,” you say, “I was surprised you agreed to this so easily. I was kind of prepared to pull out the puppy dog eyes and lay some affection on pretty thick to sweeten the deal.”

“Well, I suppose there’s no need for the puppy dog eyes,” Jumin answers, an amused smile playing on his lips, “but I certainly wouldn’t mind the affection.”

“Noted,” you comment, giggling just a bit, “—but I’ll save that for later. With my luck, I’d lean in to kiss you and these white dittanies would end up looking like globs of nothingness.”

“Later then, but I’ll hold you to that.”

You know he will.

“Still, I think you captured the dittany flowers perfectly. I saw them in person once at a wedding, —the bride’s bouquet had both those and baby’s breath. At the time, I thought it was a strange decision,” he admits, “but looking at them like this. . . I suppose I understand quite well now.”

“They’re commonly associated with passion and love,” you add. “That’s actually why I chose them for this. . . I thought they suited you.”

“I’m not quite sure what standard you’ve used to measure that, but you’re the artist here, and they look lovely. So, in the end, I suppose you were right.”

“Still,” Jumin speaks up again quickly, “—aren’t these plants aphrodisiacs as well?”

“A-Ah,” you stutter, having been caught off guard by the suddenness (and bluntness) of his statement, “could be, yeah. . .”

He has to admit that you look incredibly cute when you’re flustered, the way you stumble over your words and turn your gaze away, pretending to focus intensely on the task at hand. If you were ever to work at his office, he’s certain he’d never get a single thing done ever again.

“Anyway, this should do it,” you say, adding a few final strokes of green to the stems.

Placing the paintbrush into one of the small containers filled with water, you pull away from Jumin’s arm and allow him the freedom of moving it around. You tried to work relatively quickly so as to not make him sit around in a single position for too long, but art is, above all else, a process. And it’s one that often takes a great deal of both time and effort.

Jumin admires your artwork like he’s staring at something priceless.

The best part of it is that, to him, he really is. He feels beyond honored to have this stunning painting of beautifully full, white-hued flowers flowing along the expanse of his forearm. Though you can see innumerous flaws in it now that you’ve stepped back, it’s almost impossible to dislike it when Jumin looks at it like that. . . Like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, simply because you created it.

“I wish. . . That I could keep it here forever,” Jumin whispers, tone achingly sincere.

“Sorry,” you apologize, “but it’s better to leave the permanent stuff to the tattoo artists. Which I certainly am not.”

Though he yearns to keep your piece there on his flesh forever, the logical side of him knows that you’re correct. Even so, he won’t be washing it off for quite a while. At least not before he’s taken fifty and then some pictures, all of which will inevitably end up blurry, before coming to you and asking for your help with it. Maybe he wants to be self-sufficient, even when it comes to areas he’s unfamiliar with (like proper photography skills and otherwise technologically related issues.) Or, maybe he’s just stalling for time, wanting to prolong the inevitable washing of his forearm for as long as he can.

The world may never know.

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[fishsticksloser]

More Than Words

Jumin x gn!reader

Warnings: angst, kissing, fluff, sappy

A/N: Jumin would spoil the fuck out of you during Valentine's Day.

Jumin was working hard, too hard in your opinion. He worked until late hours, claiming he had too much work to do. You understood, but you felt lonely, set aside. Your fingers were crossed that he would be home during Valentine's Day.

"Darling," Jumin whispered, kissing you awake. "I have to go to work."

"Okay..." You sigh. You were disappointed. Would you tell him that? No, at least not yet, you didn't want him to worry too much.

"I love you." He smiles, kissing your forehead.

You got up not too long after he left. You made breakfast and started your plan for the evening when Jumin would come home. You planned on making dinner together, so you had to get groceries.

^•-•^<

"Darling?" Jumin called.

He was home a lot earlier than you anticipated. A lot earlier. Instead of coming home in the evening, he was back shortly after noon.

"Jumin," You smiled. "I didn't think you'd be home so soon."

"I didn't want to miss our first married Valentine's Day." He chuckled, taking your hand and kissing it softly.

^•-•^<

You made and ate dinner together, you were happy. He made up for time he had been gone. Complimenting you, kissing you, constantly having his hands on you.

"Everyday I fall for you all over again and I find that to be pretty neat." Jumin mumbles, kissing you tenderly, not really letting you return his sweet words. "I never thought I'd be capable of feeling things like this, but then you come along, flip my world upside down, and prove me so incredibly wrong."

"Jumin..." You laugh. He doesn't let you continue, kissing you again.

"I love you." Jumin's lips brushing yours. "I am lucky to have you in my life... To have married you. Happy Valentine's Day, my love."

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[threadbaresweater]

a streetcar named desire (ha)

This was a fun prompt I wrote a few years back for Mystic Messenger. Since I've had Jumin on the brain lately, it's only right that he gets a spot on the blog again (kinda wanna go back and revamp a lot of this old stuff...maybe someday). Anyway. Cw: public sexual acts (reader gets fingered), alcohol use. Minors please DNI.

"Thank you, Mr. Kim. I understand... Please don't worry, we'll get home safely...Yes...Goodnight."

You ended the call and slumped against Jumin, who responded by resting his cheek on top of your head; he hummed a simple tune, large hand stroking your back with lazy affection. A church bell nearby rang once, signaling the late hour, and you yawned, snuggling closer.

"When will Driver Kim be here?" Jumin asked, echoing your yawn.

"He won't, dear. His daughter is ill, and he cannot come. I think there's a streetcar that runs close to home, though. We'll just have to wait for the next route."

Jumin's brow furrowed, and you felt his chest tighten, muscles pulled taut under his starched shirt. He had long ago loosened his tie and slung it around his neck, and the first three buttons of his shirt gave you an irresistible view of his throat and a peek of his collarbone, skin flushed from the wine he'd consumed at dinner. A...celebratory dinner, where you and Jumin officially met the next, future Mrs. Chairman Han. Was this four? Five, now? You'd certainly lost track, and while Jumin behaved politely at dinner, the two of you lingered in the lounge together long after Chairman Han and his girlfriend had departed. After two bottles of wine, a curious onlooker began snapping pictures; you were thankfully still of sound enough mind to coax your grieving husband away from the table and out the door, but not before leaving the waitstaff a generous tip.

"I don't understand," he said, caressing your cheek, his grey eyes brimming with confusion and concern. "Driver Kim is always available. It's part of his contract."

"Jumin, darling, it's one in the morning. His daughter is ill. The man is entitled to a sick day now and then," you chided gently, pushing his bangs away from his eyes to press a kiss to his brow. "We'll get home. We don't live far. Maybe we'll walk. It might help sober you a little."

"Assistant Kang," he muttered, ignoring what you'd just suggested. You sensed his growing panic, his loss of usual, impeccable control, and you held him tight against you, stroking his hair. "I should call her. She'll know what to do."

"Jumin, listen to me." Just as you were about to attempt to reason with him again, the blinding lights of the streetcar approached. "Look, there's our ride. Come on now," you said. "Let's go home."

Fluorescent lights nearly blinded your already drunken haze as you boarded and paid the driver. The car was nearly empty; the only other passenger was a sleeping, older gentleman with patchwork clothes and a rather large rucksack in the seat next to him. Advertisents offering dental services and legal advice were framed along the walls above the windows, and a couple of the lights toward the back flickered on and off. Jumin looked around in horrified disgust, and for a moment, you thought he might refuse to ride.

"I think I'll just close my eyes until we get home," he said, reluctantly sinking into one of the seats as the car lurched forward. He held onto your hand and you fell into his lap with a quiet giggle, then buried your face in his neck.

Without a word, he slipped his hands up along the back of your thighs and under your dress, curling his fingers into the elastic of your panties. You rewarded him with a knowing look and a beautiful blush as you leaned to whisper in his ear, "Jumin, we're in public..." though if you were being honest, you really didn't care who saw. Since his father had left, you'd been toying with each other all evening- lingering glances, fingertips upon flushed skin, bare toes travelling up his leg under the table. The evidence of your arousal gave him pause when he pushed aside the dampened fabric that clung to your sex and pushed a finger inside you.

"You don't seem to mind," he breathed against your neck before leaving his mark on your tender skin, pushing another finger inside you with wicked intent.

You muffled a desperate whimper against his chest as he worked between your thighs, agonizingly slow, deliberately teasing. "Jumin, I- ah!"

"See what you do to me?" he whispered. "Look at me." And you obeyed, focusing on his intense, steel-grey eyes so clouded with lust that your heart stuttered and you held your breath for a moment. "Breathe. Stay with me."

You fell apart then, eyes open, mouth agape, cunt clenching around your husband's fingers as he stroked with expert precision, knowing where to apply pressure and where to flit gently over too-sensitive nerve endings. Vaguely aware of the evidence of his own arousal pressing against your thigh, you linked your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, desperately.

The car came to a stop as he withdrew his fingers from under your dress and brought them to his mouth to savor the taste, humming his low approval.

"I believe my first streetcar experience has been an extremely pleasant one. Perhaps Driver Kim should have nights off more often." He grinned and winked at you as you stood to fix your dress. And as you made your way past the only other passenger on the car, you heard a low whistle and a quiet chuckle.

Jumin turned to the gentleman. "Did we amuse you, sir?"

The man laughed, hard. "Nah, you all amused yourselves. Glad you enjoyed your ride, sir," he managed to choke, before falling into fits of laughter again.

Speechless, Jumin took your hand and helped you out, avoiding the knowing smile of the driver, whose large rear view mirror had given him full access to your show.

#jumin han #jumin x you

[juminsmysticmc]

so I have been thinking of this for a while- imagine the story of Jumin being in an arranged marriage with Sarah, but reversed. Like MC having to marry someone else and Jumin stopping the wedding and all cause he loves MC. I think you haven’t done this before, but if you did (im quite blind), you can ignore this. Thank you!

Jumin saving Mc from an arranged marriage

Hey there! This is something you could like, it's quite similar except that Mc is the one ending the relationship and she isn't in an arranged marriage -> Stay with me

But now, please enjoy this writing and make sure to tell me afterward how you liked it!

Jumin let out a deep sigh as he turned around in his bed with the bedsheets made out of the best silk in the world.

His body moved from the right side to the left, making his eyes go towards the big door of his bedroom. Behind that very door, another woman other than his fiancé was sleeping in his bedsheets. Honestly, not that he felt any negative feelings towards his own fiancé, he didn’t even love the woman he had to marry. He didn’t want to marry her ever, but the fact that you were sleeping there made him nervous. And even more because after he kissed you, you confessed that you too were in an arranged marriage and couldn’t accept his feelings, despite perhaps feeling the same. ,,Why? What’s the reason for your arranged marriage? I could support you and your family with everything,���’ he said, almost begging you. ,,Jumin,’’ you smiled, taking his hand ,,I am in an arranged marriage with a royal family from overseas. I can’t marry you,’’ you told him and then left. And of course, there was someone he couldn’t compete with - a king. Despite Jumin thinking that he would take much better care of you, you couldn’t leave and say no to the marriage your father planned, even though you knew that you were literally sold out to a bad, old, perverted man who already had more than one person to spend the night with. You were promised to him and you wanted to keep that promise to protect your family. Everyone except your father, at least. Jumin sighed again. His hands were now over his face as he tried to stay calm and think about his next steps. But first of all, the RFA party was to be held. With yours and the help of the members of the RFA, Jumin could make clear to his father that he loved someone else and wouldn’t marry the woman his father wanted him to marry. It was a big thing, the media was going berserk to know who Jumin loved, and the drama the two women made was even better. Jumin planned to propose to you, but knowing that you had an arranged marriage with a royal person made him realize that he could put you in danger, so he didn’t take the step. It was the end of the RFA Party when you talked to the remaining members, explaining that you couldn’t be part of their group. ,,I will move overseas anyway. I will marry a King in another country. The wedding is already planned. But, I enjoyed the party very much and I know that I will miss you. I got to know you for only ten days through the group chat, but I already like you all,’’ you said. Your eyes were shining because of the tears you had in your eyes. Everyone looked down, apologetic. No one guessed that you had to leave them after everything you went through with them. ,,I even thought, you and Jumin would…I thought…’’ Yoosung didn’t end his sentence due to the looks of the other members and you too were feeling even worse. Everyone noticed, you thought. You took a deep breath and looked at each member, saying the things you wished them and thought of. ,,Zen, you are such a hardworking man. Keep it up and you will achieve your dreams,’’ you said, and these words were really words of a ,,see-off’’. Jumin didn’t want to hear them, it was painful to see you hug the others and the sniffles. ,,Jumin,’’ you said, holding his hand, ,,am I allowed to meet you one last time in your home?’’ you asked, shocking everyone, even Jumin. But if he declined, he would have been the stupidest man and so he gladly agreed. Once you arrived at his penthouse, things led to something Jumin was strictly against, but with you, he had the feeling that rules were non-existent, that rules were meant to break, to rebel. ,,I want to sleep with you, feel your skin on mine and love you. I want you to take me to the stars, make love to me for the first and last time before the old man in that other country will…’’ you couldn’t end your sentence, as Jumin’s lips were once again pressed on yours, his hands on yours before the two of you had a night he would never forget. But the night ended as quickly as it began and when Jumin woke up in his bed sheets made out of silk, your body was nowhere to be found. You only left a message which told him how much you loved him and that you would miss him. Jumin was devastated and everyone could see it. ,,I think we should find out who she has to get married to. I mean, she did confess, didn’t she?’’ Zen asked in the group chat. This was the first time Zen was actually feeling bad for Jumin who looked as if he could die any day. ,,I can. I am the super-intelligent 707 after all, the hero of the heroes, the one who will bring back Mc to her Jumin. Who needs a king with a kingdom when we have a black-haired man with a cat?!’’ Seven said, making everyone in the chatroom desperate. But he indeed found out a lot. After all, you had been gone for three months now. To everyone’s surprise, there was something you didn’t share… As soon as Jaehee saw the files the hacker illegally sent her, she knocked on the door to the room where Jumin Han had a conference. Ever since you left his eyes were colder and for the first time in her life, Jaehee wished she had waited. Nevertheless, she approached him, went down a bit, and said that it was something concerning you, making Jumin’s eyes immediately soften. He was crazy for you. If anything could change your fate, he would accept everything that was needed. He excused himself before he left the room and together with Jaehee, he opened the file. ,,A princess? She was a royal herself?’’ Jumin asked, noticing that her father was Korean and that her birth mother, a royal, died after you were born. Your father, in order to be seen as a royal, married you off. Jumin felt sick, disgusted by your father. But whatever news came afterward made him feel even worse. ,,A medical file?’’ he wondered, making Jaehee fumble with her fingers. That’s when Jumin and Jaehee found out that they had to take you away from that place as fast as possible. You were pregnant and Jumin knew perfectly well that he was the father. The whole RFA was ready to travel to the country none of them ever saw, just to break off a royal engagement. It was dangerous, it was something between life and death, but Jumin needed to save you, no matter what it was, and the RFA totally supported him.

,,We look like a gang,’’ Yoosung chuckled as the group approached the guards in front of the cathedral. ,,Your names!’’ the guard yelled and the RFA hoped to come in, hoping you put their names on the list, even though they weren’t invited. Indeed, Yoosung Kim, Hyun Ryu, Jaehee Kang, Luciel Choi, and Jumin Han were on the list, among all those that were invited. But apparently, you didn’t think they would come because as soon as the doors were opened, you turned your head around and made big eyes seeing them. Your heart was beating like crazy as your eyes met Jumin’s. Your hand was holding your other, just to hide the trembling. The king looked annoyed ,,SIT OR GO OUT!’’ he hissed. With a smirk, Jumin answered that he would go out immediately, ,,But I first need to take my fiancé and my unborn child with me,’’ he said, making everyone gasp, even yourself. Jumin approached you. He walked up the aisle alone, the black smoke made him look so handsome that you thought the air would miss breathing. ,,You look so wonderful,’’ he whispered as soon as he arrived. He took your hand and then in a bridal style in his arms, the white dress made you even heavier, but he had to hurry and since he didn’t want you to run, this was the best idea. ,,START THE MOTOR!’’ Zen hissed to Seven, and quickly afterwards everyone was settled in the car. The guards were behind you, but no one could stop you anymore. After all, who would have wanted a woman with another man’s baby anyway? Jumin at least was happy now that he had you and you were just as happy.

ᗰᗩᔕTEᖇᒪIᔕT

06.09.2022 // 21:27 MEST

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[nazluthemagician]

🐾🍷 You're as lovely as Elizabeth🍷🐾

Jumin Han

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[au-starss]

𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟰 - 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁!

𝗔 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝟮𝟰 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴!

𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗹

𝗚𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗸𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄/ 𝗝𝘂𝗺𝗶𝗻

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𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝟰! 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝗺 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗼𝘂𝘀! 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗸𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗻! 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀!

𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝗶𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀

The cold air bit at yours and Jumin’s faces as you waited in line. Your intertwined hands were enough to catch the eye of other patrons, but neither of you minded. This day was about spending time with each other.

“I must ask..” Jumin suddenly says, gazing down on you. “Why did you insist on using a public skating rink? My company already owns one.”

You sigh, giving a look to your lover. “Because, this adds to the experience!”

Jumin gives you a weird look due to your words. “The experience? My love, it’s only ice skating.”

“See, that’s why you need this. You don’t understand how much fun it is!” You explain, stepping up to the counter. “Two pairs of skates, please!”

The worker behind the counter gave you a smile and looked at the man next to you. He seemed to recognize him before quickly rushing to grab the skates. You let out a slightly exasperated sigh.

This was a common thing when you were out with your fiance. People would treat you both as if you were from another planet. Whether it was at a restaurant, a local shop, or even down the street, someone always recognized him and just stared. You would never admit this to Jumin, but it became quite annoying at times.

Soon the boy came back with your skates, and you offered a warm smile. “Thank you!”

“Of course! Enjoy!”

You both walk from the counter and to a nearby bench. You quickly switch from your shoes to the new skates you were given. Jumin does the same, however, he seems hesitant.

Once you finish tying your laces, he’s still debating. “Jumin, is something the matter?”

“No no, I’m quite alright.” He responds, changing the shoes. “I just.. I have a confession.”

You tilt your head in confusion. A confession? Well those hardly come from your lover. He’s normally an open book with you right off the bat. What could possibly be bothering him at the moment?

“And that confession is..?”

He takes a deep breath, finishing his laces. “I have never learned how to ice skate.”

You process his words and soon let out a small laugh. “Is that it? Are you worried you’re gonna embarrass yourself out there in front of me, my love?” You tease, enjoying the tang of red on his ears that quickly disappears.

“Possibly. I may need you to teach me how to ice skate.”

You smile and nod, rising to your feet. You offer your hand to the man, which he gladly accepts. As Jumin stands, he nearly falls over from the change in shoes. But you can luckily catch him quick enough.

“Already?” You giggle, leading him to the rink. “Tell me, will I have to hold your hand the whole way?”

Jumin gives a small smile. “Well, if you’re offering then I’m in no position to turn it down.” He speaks, planting a gentle kiss to your cheek.

Classic Jumin with his subtle hints at flirtation.

You both make it safely onto the ice, and you gently guide him along. He continuously stumbles, but attempts to play it off. But he was obviously struggling by the looks of it.

“You seem to be really skilled at this, my love.” Jumin comments, grabbing onto the wall as you release him. “When did you have the chance to learn?”

“It was before I joined the RFA. I actually took a class.” You reply, skating a little circle around your fiance.

He moves along the wall as you skate slightly ahead, spinning yourself around in circles. You even manage to do a small jump, landing perfectly back on your skates.

As he watched you, Jumin was impressed by you. He watched the flawless tricks you did with a smile on your face. He was mesmerized. Anything you did was magic in his eyes, but this was special. You were sharing something that you knew how to do well with him, as well as teaching him how to do it. 

He couldn’t possibly fall in love any deeper than he already has.

You come back to him, holding out your hands. “Come on, I’ll teach you some basics.”

He takes hold of your hands, allowing you to lead him away from the wall. Your hands are warm with his, despite the below freezing temperature outside.

“Alright, so you want to stay focused on your balance. If you don’t, well, you’ll fall.” You explain, looking down on your feet. “You want to keep the skates far enough apart.”

Jumin nods as he follows most of your directions. He’s amazed at how good of a teacher you are, because soon he’s only holding one of your hands as he skates. With a smile, he turns to face you.

“You’re an amazing teacher, [Name].”

You laugh quietly. “I’m simply teaching you what someone else taught me.” You assure him, pulling him forward. You peck his lips gently. “Now come on! It’s getting colder and I wanna make the most of this!”

You let go of his hand again as you skate ahead in circles. You go back to your theatrics, doing some simple turns and jumps with grace.

Jumin is so engulfed by your moves, he doesn’t notice where he’s going.

“Wait! Jumin watch-!”

It’s too late by then. He crashes down into the wall next to him, crashing and burning on the floor. You gasp as you skate over to him, helping him up.

“Are you okay?” You ask in a panic, checking him for injuries. “I’m so sorry! I should have stayed with you!”

Jumin shushes you, placing a hand on your cheek. “I’m okay, my love. Please, do not fret any longer.”

You sigh in subtle relief, rubbing your thumb on his hand. You connect your lips with his, absorbing the surprising warmth radiating from him. He’s gentle with you, that wasn’t new. However, it felt reassuring at that moment. 

“I trust you, alright? Come on, let’s head back.”

“You don’t want to skate anymore?” Jumin questions. “It isn’t necessary we stop on my behalf.”

You smile, leading him back to the entrance of the rink. “It’s all okay, darling. I’m starting to get too cold for comfort anyways.” As you reach the end of the rink, a mischievous smile graces your lips. “But, we’re gonna use that company owned rink soon.”

“Deal.”

𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝗶𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀

Taglist: @deffenferofjustice (link to be tagged here!)

#mystic messenger #mysme jumin #jumin han #jumin x reader #jumin han x reader #jumin x mc #jumin han x mc #mysme #jumin x you

[agoldenluckycat]

Jahee *plopping down on the couch in Jumin’s office next to MC and sighing*: I think Mr.Han is really stressed and he’s been talking about his previous cat projects. I’m so worried I’m in for more work 😩

MC: Don’t worry, Jahee, I’ve got you. I’ve noticed he’s been stressed too. I’ll take care of it.

Jahee: Oh if you can I’d be so grateful 🥹

A couple of days later

Jahee *whispering to MC*: He hasn’t mentioned one cat project. I’m so grateful! But I am curious what you did.

MC *a feline grin on her face*: Do you truly wish to know?

*Jahee nodding aggressively*

MC *leans toward Jahee’s ear*: I told him I had a little cat project of my own and wore cat ears and a tail during sex.

Jahee: 🫥

MC: Now when he thinks about cat projects, his mind goes to something else.

Jahee: I am grateful and disgusted….

MC *leans back into her seat and smiles brightly* : You’re welcome.

Suddenly Jumin walks in to the room

Jumin: MC, we should go home and discuss the- the cat project.

Jahee, internally: don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious 🫣

MC, smiling up at Jumin: oh darling I’ve been hoping you’d ask that all day.

Jahee then pretends not to notice the blush on Jumin’s cheeks as they walk out.

#mystic messenger #MysticMessenger #Jumin Han #incorrect mystic messenger quotes #Jahee kang #jumin x mc #jumin x you

[i-l-arva]

It really was mystic messenger that ruined my life. You are really going to give me a scenario in which a super mega rich 26 y/o with his entire life together falls in love with me without seeing what I look like then proposes to me within like 10ish days of meeting me via text OH AND ALSO HES SO HOT?!?!?!? I have been set up to fail.

#jumin han #mystic messenger #mystic messenger jumin #jumin han x reader #like are you for serious #how am I supposed to go on #talk about unrealistic standards #he’s fictional

[xelasrecords]

Greatest Kindness

Han Jumin x Reader

A breakup doesn't have to be filled with anger, tears or regret to be awful. One of the worst kinds is the quiet one, where the love has died for one side, and the other cannot do anything but accept it.

Wedding Scene can be read as the continuation of this.

Words: 1.7k

Masterlist Read on AO3

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It began like this: a boy fell into a trance upon hearing a girl's voice. The girl spoke so little, yet meant so much. She spoke so little, but it was everything she could say to sustain his attention. She didn't know she didn't have to do anything to make him focus on her, not when he had fixed his needle-sharp awareness on her since the beginning.

She would do anything to prolong her time with him. He knew. And he let her.

"Han-Ju-min. Like this?"

"I didn't expect you to say my name. You're quite bold for someone new."

"A name is just a name."

"Not when it comes to mine."

A nervous laugh. "So, how's my voice?"

"Let's see, how should I put it? Some people's voice is like the sound of glass being smashed. It irritates the eardrum. However, yours floats above it. It's soothing and fine, as pleasant as Elizabeth the Third's meows. Simply put, it doesn't bother me and I wouldn't mind listening to it again."

This time, he also knew she would let him go. And he would let her.

It was the last thing he could do to make her happy.

-----

Jumin could feel the ending coming as you made your way to him. A kind of premonition, your gait was. He had felt it when his birth mother bade her final farewell. No kisses, no hugs, just a simple command to stay put. Never once did he expect her to come back. He was easy to abandon and he understood that early on. The love extended to him somehow always had an expiration date.

This wasn't all that different.

The opposite of love was indifference. If it hurt you to leave him, that meant you still loved him. But it also meant you were all the crueller for abandoning the person you loved. If it did not, then you were the opposite of Jumin.

In this case, love was synonymous with hurt. That statement alone should be the reason for your breakup, because why would anyone equal love with pain? But there was no right course to choose. Every path led to misery. You simply opted for the quickest one. Gravels cut through your bare feet, but Jumin would be safe from the storm that followed you wherever you went. Block off the passage, and he wouldn't be able to follow you.

You were nothing like Jumin.

You stood before him. Countless mornings you had stood like this when you adjusted his tie and hugged him before he left for work. You had stood like this when your eyes were heavy with sleep and he came to you, kissed your forehead and informed you that breakfast was ready.

"Pancake again?"

"Do you prefer something else? Just tell me what you want and I'll ask the chef to draft the recipe."

"That's fine. I like your pancakes. In fact, why don't we make some together next time?"

"You always produce brilliant ideas. That'd be a great way to spend quality time together. Come eat now, darling. You don't want to be late."

There was no next time.

Jumin standing before you hollow-eyed was beautiful, agonising, untouchable. It was a memory you would use to beat yourself up in the future. You loved him once, you remembered. But it was just a recalling of a feeling. You didn't know how to feel it again.

You couldn't find your voice.

"I know," Jumin said, beating you to it.

He always knew your mind.

"Let me say it anyway."

"Do you have to?"

You nodded.

"Are you doing this because you want to make it feel real?"

"It's been real for a while now." Your expression was so contrite that he wanted to decline hearing it even more.

Jumin shook his head but kept his eyes on you. He wanted to commit everything about you into his memory before he lost you forever. It wouldn't be long now. Everything he loved had an expiration date. Losing them multiple times did not make the experience less harrowing.

You took a deep breath, but it didn't help you breathe easier. "I don't love you anymore. I'm sorry."

"I know that too."

The silence stretched, the distance pushed you far, far away from him. You did it. You'd done it, so why wasn't there relief in your heart? You felt nothing, as if nothing had suffused into your bones a long time ago, unnoticeable until it choked you and became you and that was all you were now.

If you touched him for one last time, would he flinch? You wanted to, but you weren't that cruel. The hurt you inflicted on him was enough to last for a lifetime. His life had meant nothing before you, and he couldn't fathom if it could mean anything after you.

Jumin, Jumin, Jumin. The way you called out his name still echoed in his ears. When was the last time you said it with affection? How could he have forgotten? It used to be an everyday routine until suddenly, your tone went cold. He couldn't detect the exact moment he started to lose you. He wasn't sure he wanted to.

His memory was a quality he was proud of until this second.

But really, you weren't cold. In other people's eyes, you might be, but you could never stop caring. Not with Jumin. You just stopped loving, like a radio winding down. Words constantly repeated would lose their meaning. This was the same.

At least, that was what you convinced yourself.

"This isn't how love stories end in soap operas." Jumin's voice cracked. His last attempt to salvage the relationship. Hold my hand, his reluctant arm gesture seemed to say. Hold me.

You wished you could cry, but you couldn't. There was no love left for him. You felt wretched for wrecking him, but it was better than forcing him to stay with someone who could no longer cry for him.

"Say my name," he pleaded.

"Jumin," you complied.

"Tell me you love me."

"I thought you prefer painful truths over comforting lies."

"Just because it's no longer a truth doesn't mean I cannot pretend it is. It used to be one, so please."

You nodded in understanding. "I love you."

It was a sentence devoid of anything. Jumin cracked inside. Funny how a weightless thing could damage him so greatly.

You wavered between walking to the door and embracing him one last time. The deed was done. You should go before he fell apart. You knew he would. Then, he would fill the gaping space with mindless distractions, trying to shape it back into something akin to you, or something opposite of you. Wine or work, those were his vices. He would become the robot he despised to be.

"You should leave," Jumin said, but his heart chanted for you to stay for another night. Just one more night. Just tonight. He could show you how he was still worthy to be loved and your love would be reignited. Then everything would be fine.

"I should." If he begged you to stay, maybe you would. But it would be out of sympathy, and it would only hurt him more in the end. Nothing was going to change your heart. You wouldn't be here if your heart were so changeable.

Everything felt jarring. Perhaps after you got out of this penthouse, the gravity of your action would dawn on you and you would break. You had loved him, after all. You never hated him, so nothing could take away the fondness you reserved for all the goodness that was Jumin.

"You've been so good to me." You were delaying your departure. This, he knew.

"You deserve everything good. Maybe you'll find it in someone other than me, although I confess I do not want it to be so."

"And there will be another person who can love you better."

"Not if I can help it. And I can."

You wanted to step closer to Jumin. You stayed still. "Don't be so ruthless to yourself."

"I'd rather keel over for you than live in idiotic happiness with someone else." Jumin moved towards you, languidly, grievously, with none of the confidence he normally contained.

"Foolish happiness is still happiness," you breathed out.

"I don't want to love a beautiful fool when I've known what your exceptional mind can bring."

You used to be his strength, but now you were his weakness.

There was nothing left to say. Jumin's eyes were streaked with red, brimming with unshed tears and you had to battle your instinct to lean in and wipe them away. It was not your place anymore, and that was your own doing.

Jumin would not let the tears fall. If he cried, he knew it would be harder for you to go. You always had a soft spot for him. Even when you had stopped loving him, Jumin never doubted your sincerity and concern. You were such a good person. He didn't want you to crumble when all you wanted was to leave. Even when it hurt, he still wanted to make things easier for you.

Watching him break down. That was your vice.

Jumin closed his eyes and nodded, allowing you to leave. You were not unfeeling, so you gave him the grace to grieve alone. You turned around. Jumin thought he was giving you freedom. You suspected you just threw yourself into another hell, but that could only be confirmed after this was over. Your footsteps against the cold marble floor had never sounded so loud.

He had loved you for a very long time, and you had undone him in a very short time. Where you left him, he would forever stay. The door loomed before you. You would not look back. You would not look back. You would not—

Oh, look at the destruction you had caused. He was broken, and so alone.

-

Footnotes:

Just like how Jumin knew you were prolonging your time to talk to him more in their first call, he knew you were purposely delaying your time to leave. From the start until the end, Jumin had always known you.

Beautiful fool is a reference to The Great Gatsby.

Somehow I cannot write simple mindless drabbles because I keep looking for themes and motifs to connect the big picture. The motif here is voice as the first nudge towards your relationship and the absence of it as the element that breaks it. Silent understandings also play a big role.

I debated whether to put Jumin in deep denial and beg you to give him another chance, but I don't think he'd do that when he already knew you'd fallen out of love before you brought it up. He'd still try, but he also knew it would be futile. Ultimately, he wants you to be happy, even if it's in the form of letting you go.

The first time Jumin said "the love extended to him somehow always had an expiration date", it was a reluctant youthful belief. The second time he repeated "everything he loved had an expiration date", it was a firm statement. His belief was cemented when you fell out of love with him.

Buy me a glass of something that's definitely not coffee because I can't stand it but it is the website's name if my story touches you in some way? No worries if you don't. I'm still grateful you've read all the way through here.

#if i'm suffering then my characters will have to suffer with me #not in the headspace to write anything romantic and still grappling with a writing slump but I miss actualising Jumin from my imagination #xela writes #mysme jumin #jumin han #jumin #jumin x mc #jumin x reader #mm jumin #mystic messenger jumin #jumin x you #mystic messenger fanfiction #mysme #mm #mystic messenger #jumin han angst #jumin han fic

[saesix]

#707 x you #mysme jumin #jumin han #luciel choi #saeyoung #hyun ryu #jaehee kang #yoosung kim #mysme #707 mystic messenger #mystic messenger #mystic messenger fanart

[omgjumin]

☆ 10:27 pm ! han jumin

you sat on the couch with your phone in your hand, aimlessly scrolling through social media. most nights since last week, jumin has been coming home later. your husband has been constantly reminding you that it is okay to go to sleep instead of waiting for him. however you don't miss the surprised love struck expression on his face each time you greet him at the door.

however, this time your body seems to be falling into the couch's trap. the trap of tying your body down to the cushions and not letting you go. slowly, you subconsciously lean your body down, letting it lie flat on the couch. if you didn't know any better, by now you would've been a goner. the soft and plush pillow resting beneath your head plus the blanket draped around your waist aided your body to fall asleep. "no, i have to stay up." you said to yourself though your body did not care for your concerns. "maybe just a small nap?" you laid down your phone onto the coffee table in front of you before pulling the blanket up above your shoulders. and just like that, you fell asleep.

jumin, who snuck inside the penthouse quietly, five minutes prior to you falling asleep, was watching you fight yourself to indulge in the sweet comfiness of the couch. deciding not to move an inch in order to not wake you, jumin gazed at you from where he stood in the living room. it is often that jumin adored elizabeth the 3rd while she was sleeping, however when it came to you… it felt all the more calming. to see you, so beautifully sleep in the same spot elizabeth once did, brought some sort of deja vu to the love struck man. jumin, who from a year ago would only scoff if he heard that he would ever find tranquility in another person. jumin, who unknowingly longed for a lover. jumin, who hated the idea of someone abandoning him just like his father's ex companions. jumin, who closed off anyone from getting too close to him. now became the jumin, who found serenity in your presence. "i love you." jumin whispered.

"i love.. you too.." you slurred in your sleep. not even daring to open your eyes to be met with blinding overhead lights, you reached out your hands for jumin. "my love, you should be in our bed sleeping, not the couch." jumin walked closer to you before taking hold of your hand. "i wanted to wait for you but i fell asleep. im sorry." jumin chuckled as he shook his head, as if you were looking at him. "it's okay, let's get you to bed." before letting yourself get picked up from your spot on the couch, you pulled on jumin's arm, making him fall on top of you. happily, you wrapped your arms around the surprised man, trapping him down with you. "darling, we could've cuddled on the bed."

"didn't want to." jumin sighed as he quickly made arrangements to be able to hold you in his arms. though, jumin from a year ago would never have imagined it, he knows now that tranquillity and love can exist in the same room. wherever you are, he is loved.

#jei go without five minutes without thinking about jumin #go! #i cant #im so in love with him #quick everyone act shocked #jumin fluff #han jumin fluff #jumin x reader #jumin x you #jumin x mc #jumin han fluff #jumin han x reader #jumin han x you #mystic messenger fluff #mystic messenger jumin fluff #omgjumin

[married-to-google-translater]

Yandere Jumin Han headcanon

Jumin would be a possessive and controlling yandere.

He would have a trust issue with people who say they "love" him.

Jumin believes that they all just want money or power.

But Jumin is not blind.

He immediately sees that you are different.

And because of this, he really falls for you

Your courtship would start normally.

Lots of dates and time spent together.

Jumi just can't seem to get enough of you.

He wants more.

And at the same time he becomes worried.

What if something happens to you and he can't protect you?

What if you just disappear from his life?

Jumin wouldn't let that happen.

He would have no desire to share the person he loves with the world.

Instead, he would lock you out.

and preferably throw away the key.

Jumin gets what he wants.

Of course he would like you to love him yourself.

But he is NOT above blackmail.

When you "live" with him, Jumin would still be protective and possessive.

You get very little freedom at first.

but not so much that you slip through his fingers.

If you behaved, you would also get lots of gifts and love.

#yandere imagine #yandere imagines #yandere headcanon #yandere headcanons #mystic messenger #mystic messenger x reader #mysme #mysme x reader #yandere mystic messenger #Yandere mystic Messenger x reader #Yandere mysme #Yandere mysme x reader #jumin han #jumin han x reader #mysme x you #Yandere jumin han #Yandere jumin han x reader #jumin x reader #Yandere jumin #Yandere jumin x reader

[fishsticksloser]

Looking a Lot Like Christmas

Warnings: fluff

A/N: Jumin! Jumin! Jumin! I love him.

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Decorating the house became a tradition, one that Jumin found a lot of joy in. Getting the tree out, putting up lights, stockings, all of it. He loved every second of it. 

Elizabeth the 3rd meowed, sitting on the mantel. Jumin pet her, whispering his excitement about the holidays. The front door opened and you came in, hanging up your coat and setting aside all your things.

“Good evening, darling.” Jumin greets, wrapping his arms around you and kisses you softly.

“I see you’re ready to decorate.” You laugh, motioning to the boxes.

“Of course.” He smiles. 

You both begin working. First was the tree, you didn’t add ornaments because last year Elizabeth smacked all of them off. You added a garland and began on hanging stockings. Jumins was indigo, Elizabeth’s was silver, and yours was [your favorite color]. 

You decided to take a break with a mug of hot cocoa and a Christmas movie. You were cuddled into Jumin’s side, he was leaning, not quite laying down. You both were dozing off a little, exhausted from work. 

“Darling...” Jumin mumbles, carding his fingers through your hair. 

Eventually you both get up, you hadn’t eaten dinner and there was only a little bit left to put up. You continued to decorate while Jumin made dinner. He was making your favorite. 

After dinner and decorating, you both sat, finishing your movie with dinner. Jumin holds you close. You were his comfort, his best friend, he loved having you close to him. 

“Darling?” Jumin whispers. You didn’t answer, already asleep. 

Jumin smiled and slowly got up as to not wake you. He gently picked you up and carried you to bed before going back down and cleaning up. He came back to bed and slid under the covers with you. “Good night, my love.”

#mystic messenger #mysme #jumin han #jumin imagine #jumin headcanon #mystic messenger jumin #jumin fluff #juminmysticmessenger #jumin fanart #jumin x mc #jumin x you #jumin x reader